Any man who has undertaken deep spiritual practice for a significant amount of time will be familiar with the following situation:
He has been immersed in his rituals that serve to clarify his consciousness, and has reached a point of perfect peace and supreme inner stillness.
The surface of his lake is unmoving and flat, reflecting the sky above immaculately. His mind is the fabled “mirror mind” that eastern traditions speak of.
This is the highest masculine bliss.
But then his wife tries to reach him.
She finds nothing to hold on to.
“It’s like he’s not even here!” she cries.
So what is a man to do?
Leave his place of perfect bliss, and join his wife in the swirling world of movement and emotions?
Or stay where he is and let her suffer from his apparent distance?
The answer is both.
He should hold on to his sacred realisation, for that is his gift to his wife and the world.
It is the rope that hangs from Heaven, and will lead them to salvation.
And he should hold onto his wife as well, so she doesn’t slip and fall into the abyss.